She quickly suppressed the strange ripple in her heart.
Taking the flowers, she glanced down at the vibrant red roses.
The petals layered and overlapping, aromatic but not overpowering.
"Mr. Lockwood, did you just come from some lady's chamber? Carrying roses so early, surely it isn't to mourn last night's spring dream?"
The villa on Giltway Road was purchased too hastily.
In such a rush, even the basic daily necessities weren't bought in time.
The closet is empty, not a single piece of clothing of hers, not even a nightgown.
The bathroom is spotless, with only a newly unsealed toothbrush on the washstand.
It was Landon Lockwood who had someone temporarily send over a men's version.
Even Landon Lockwood's own clothes were packed and delivered by an assistant he instructed over the phone.
After the two parted ways at the villa, she went home alone to shower with hot water.
